Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Keith Bogle
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
You know it's summer time, you gotta keep you a number 9
It ain't bout money, then i'll see your ass another time
Say you on boss shit **** we know that's another lie
I took the **** hoe
Because she know i'm fly
Can't trust a bitch just kick her out because she always lying
Them 223s gone chop him up, so you know he dying
I'm booted up, i'm off the 5 it feel like I'm flying
No your ass cannot compete with me, why you even bother trying?
What happen to them other ****?
I don't even know
He say he solid **** you know we could never fold
Bad bitch she from the 6, she suck a **** soul
Only za do kush-ups, i still be looking swole
I'm in a race for the cash, blowing past the pit stop
All that crying over hoes i just tell the bitch stop
Tic tok, diamonds on a wrist watch
Back up for you get popped
Keep a blick like
YESSIR
Tell that **** i said shut up you can't talk to me
And i step in these margielas, no you can't walk with me
I pour a 4 and smoke some dope it make me go to sleep
And i stay getting all the blues no you can't fuck with me
My lil **** play with sticks, but he is not a drummer
And i am not the one to try, i put it on my mama
I was coolin' off the 10, im up like i'm obama
And i was boolin' with lil ben he gone blow like osama
I just hit the jackpot
I just seen your bitch she pullin out the trap spot
feening ass lil hoe i might give you a crack rock
And my brother serving beans, he still be on that trap block
You know it's summer time, you gotta keep you a number 9
It ain't bout money, then i'll see your ass another time
Say you on boss shit **** we know that's another lie
I took the **** hoe
Because she know i'm fly
Can't trust a bitch just kick her out because she always lying
Them 223s gone chop him up, so you know he dying
I'm booted up, i'm off the 5 it feel like I'm flying
No your ass cannot compete with me, why you even bother trying?
I know that they watching me, gotta put my guard up
And i'm stepping on you **** like it's stomp the yard
Feeling like i'm drake lil bitch on go, lil hoe im charged up
I'm your father, i'm your savior, yea bitch im your god
These **** be fake, these **** fugazi putting on a facade
I just dropped 4 **** at once lil bitch i got a quad
Moved away from love, bitch i will do it if i gotta
We just having fun, we just be fucking we minajing
Written by: Keith Bogle